Biker Page 9

  She knew that these feelings might be springing from her bipolar illness. It was as if being with Todd had helped keep her symptoms at bay, but now that she was on her own, she was free falling.

  Not much caring what the source of these new urges might be, Noelle went home. She booked a flight for Vegas. She was scheduled to be off for the next three days, so she wouldn’t have to worry about missing work. Her flight had her arriving in Vegas around seven in the evening, local time, and she was flying back out Sunday afternoon so that she would be home for her Monday morning shift.

  Noelle almost called Liz and Quinn to tell them, but decided not to at the last minute. They would only tell her that she was crazy and try to talk her out of it. She would just avoid their calls and texts for the weekend if it came to that.

  Friday seemed to drag on, but Noelle finally found herself moving through security at Philadelphia International Airport. She managed to sleep for a good part of the flight, and Noelle knew that it would benefit her if she happened to be up all night.

  At last she disembarked the plane, found a bank of payphones, and with shaking fingers, called the new number Blaze had given her.

  “Hi,” she said awkwardly when he answered, “I’m at the airport.”

  “Okay. I will be there in twenty minutes. Look for me outside. I'll be driving a black Escalade.”

  And then he hung up.

  “Nice to hear from you too,” she grumbled, grabbing her carry-on and making her way toward the exit.

  Without having to wait for baggage claim, she was able to quickly make her way through the airport, and she found herself waiting outside, her eyes searching for a black Escalade.

  While she was waiting, she had time to second-guess her outfit choice. She didn’t know if she should go for something overtly sexy, since that was what had attracted Blaze to her in the first place, or if she should go for her more regular, laid-back style. In the end she compromised, choosing black leggings, which were comfortable for flying, silver gladiator sandals, and a periwinkle halter tunic.

  Maybe she should have gone for something sexier? Maybe she was trying too hard? Her auburn hair was plaited into a thick braid that she pulled over one shoulder. At the last minute, she pulled open the braid, fanning her hand through the waves it had had left.

  Just as she finished tousling her hair, the black Escalade pulled up to the curb. Her stomach seemed to drop and she walked woodenly to the passenger door.

  She opened the door, and there was Blaze, his hair disheveled and his eyes even bluer than she remembered.

  He gave her a sexy grin and cocked his head to the side. “Are you getting in?”

  Noelle realized that she had been standing outside, gaping at him.

  “Oh! Yes!” She quickly climbed in, tossing her bag into the back. Blaze pulled away quickly, tires squealing.

  “So you couldn’t stay away,” he teased.

  Noelle felt a wave of relief to hear that Blaze's tone of voice was normal.

  “Well, I wasn’t sure if I made the right decision from the curt phone conversations,” she couldn’t help saying.

  Blaze looked chagrined. “Sorry about that. You never know who’s listening, especially with those numbers I gave you.”

  “It wasn’t your cell phone?”

  Blaze shook his head. “I don’t give that our right away.” His forehead creased. “So why don’t you tell me why you called me.”

  Noelle squirmed, feeling put on the spot.

  “You know,” she said, waving her hand.

  “Actually, Noelle, I don’t.”

  So he was going to make this difficult for her.

  “Well you said to call if I ever wanted to make good cash, or... have a good time.” She turned crimson at the last few words.

  Blaze smirked. “Well which is it?” he asked, “Did you call me because you wanted to make more cash or because you wanted a good time?”

  Noelle bit her lip. “Both,” she said, looking Blaze directly in the eyes. She came all this way, she might as well be direct.

  Blaze grinned widely. “Perfect. Because I’m interested in both, too.”

  Noelle’s heart beat wildly in her chest, and she felt lighter than air at the prospect of spending another naked night with Blaze.

  “But first things first,” he continued, “Business has to come before pleasure.”

  That was exactly what Noelle had figured.

  “But, maybe we can mix a little pleasure before business,” Blaze said slyly.

  Noelle felt her body heating up.

  “We won’t have time to plan something for tonight. But we can make plans for tomorrow night. When do you need to return home?” He paused. “I actually don’t even know where you live.”

  Noelle laughed nervously. There was so much she and Blaze didn’t know about each another. She was completely crazy to fly halfway across the country for a man she hardly knew, not to mention that she was willingly agreeing to commit a major crime.

  “I live in Pennsylvania.”

  Blaze let out a low whistle. “Wow. Clear across the country.”

  “Yep.”

  “Have you always lived there?”

  Noelle was uncomfortable talking about her past. “Umm, no. I’m originally from New Jersey.”

  Blaze nodded, and Noelle quickly changed the subject.

  “So, what’s the plan?” Noelle asked carefully, as they pulled away from the airport.

  “I’m going to take you back to the clubhouse. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one bothers you tonight. I know a lot of the scumbags were coming on to you last weekend. We’ll sit down with a few other guys and draw up a plan for tomorrow night. Obviously, we’re going to steer clear of the Mirage.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “When do you have to return home?”

  “I have a flight back Sunday afternoon. I have to work Monday.”

  “Right. You’re a nurse.”

  Noelle nodded. An awkward silence filled the car. They were just two strangers, really, coming together again under the most bizarre circumstances.

  “So, you’re not going to blindfold me?” she teased, “Am I allowed to see all the way to the clubhouse.”

  Blaze laughed. “I think it’s safe to let you see.”

  The rest of the ride was fairly quiet besides Blaze asking a few polite questions about Noelle’s friends. Noelle wanted to ask Blaze a million questions, but she felt too shy. She felt like she needed alcohol to be comfortable around him. She knew that was a bad sign. But if she only had a little alcohol to relax her, then she could ask Blaze about his childhood, his parents and what his life was like being part of a biker gang.

  Noelle watched as they pulled up outside the clubhouse, which looked like a small airplane hangar from the outside. The building was tan and non-descript. No wonder people would drive by without giving it a second thought.

  “So, do people around here know what this building is?”

  “Some people do. No one really bothers us though.” Blaze paused, deliberating. “We’re pretty much left alone because people fear us.”

  Noelle didn’t find that hard to believe. She thought back to the men who had come on to her. If hadn’t been for Blaze, Noelle wasn’t sure what might have happened to her there that night.

  “Do you have rules about sharing women?” she blurted out, unable to stop herself.

  Blaze’s mouth set in a hard line. “Is this about last weekend? People kept mentioning rules, I know.”

  “Yes. The men kept talking about the rules.”

  “Well, my father was referring to the rule that we aren’t supposed to let outsiders in the clubhouse. If you had been my girlfriend, that would have been allowed, but you aren’t, so – you were basically a stranger.”

  Noelle nodded, listening carefully, waiting for Blaze to continue.

  “And yes, there are rules about sharing women. If we bring in someone new, a mate,” he said the word with disgust, “then
we are supposed to allow her to be shared among the others. Most of the women enjoy being passed around from man to man.” Again, Blaze sounded disgusted. “That’s the kind of women we attract.”

  Noelle shuddered.

  “But I promise that no one else will touch you,” he said fiercely. “Just stay by my side.”

  Noelle nodded, got out of the car, and followed Blaze inside.

  Unlike last weekend, the clubhouse was fairly empty. A few people were milling about, some playing pool while others were drinking and watching TV.

  Blaze’s father came up to them immediately. “Hello, Noelle,” he said formally, his eyes sliding over her in a way that made her feel unclean. “Blaze told me you were coming back to help again this weekend.”

  Noelle leaned in towards Blaze. “Yes.”

  “Good. Don’t make yourself too comfortable,” he warned, before walking away.

  Noelle looked back over at Blaze, her eyes wide and worried. “He really doesn’t like me, does he?”

  “You’re an outsider,” Blaze explained, his eyes hard. “He sees you as a threat.”

  “A threat?” she asked incredulously.

  “Let it go,” he muttered, taking her by the hand. Noelle hoisted her bag over her shoulder and followed him out of the main room.

  “Where are we going?’’ she asked, hoping she knew the answer.

  “My room.”

  Noelle said nothing as they weaved their way through the halls, and finally they reached the door that she remembered from the previous weekend. Blaze pushed it open and Noelle saw the familiar room.

  “Put your bag down.” He motioned to the floor. “And make yourself comfortable.”

  Noelle set her bag on the floor and slipped her sandals off before sitting down on the bed. She felt awkward now, and she disliked the feeling. Blaze walked immediately over to where he kept his liquor and took out two tumblers. He didn’t even ask before pouring two drinks. He handed one to Noelle, and she took it gratefully.

  She took a long sip just as Blaze sat down next to her. The alcohol warmed her insides.

  “So tell me,” Blaze said huskily. “Why did you really call me? I have to admit that I didn’t think I would ever hear from you again?”

  “Really? Why would you think that?” Noelle finished her drink and Blaze took the glass from her, rising to refill it. He remained quiet as he poured her second drink and spoke only after he returned to her side.

  “Come on, Noelle. You seem smart enough to figure that out. You’re a nurse who lives across the country. You seem to have your shit together, other than getting your heart broken last weekend; and I suspect that was really the only reason you agreed to trust me. Women like you don’t get mixed up with men like me.” He said the last words darkly.

  “I don’t know what you mean by ‘men like you,’ ’’ she said stubbornly.

  Blaze rolled his eyes. “I’m going to guess that your ex-boyfriend was nothing like me. He was probably clean cut, had a good job, and came from a solid family.” He turned his face to Noelle, challenging her to disagree.

  “So what? Clearly it didn’t work out with him!”

  “Which is why you’re here? I’m different. I’m dangerous. Something refreshing from your safe little life?”

  The alcohol burned as it coursed down her throat, and she finished her second drink.

  “I have not lived a 'safe little life',” she a little too forcefully. “And maybe that is why it didn’t work with my ex. Who knows? And I’m not just here for a break from my life.” Secretly, though, she knew there was some truth to what Blaze had said.

  “So tell me why, then. The money? The sex?”

  He wasn’t going to stop asking.

  “I told you already. Both,” Noelle said clearly, looking at Blaze head on. “If I had more money, then I could move and get out of the condo that now reminds me of my ex, who decided it was better to screw someone else while living with me, instead of being honest with me months ago!” The words came out quickly now, and she knew she was tipsy. She hadn't eaten on the flight, so the alcohol went to her head that much faster.

  “And the sex! Well the sex was...’’ Noelle struggled to find the words. She broke under Blaze’s gaze, looking down at her hands. “It was the best sex I ever had. Completely mind blowing. I didn’t even know sex could be like that.”

  She waited for Blaze to start arguing with her, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Noelle gasped, the kiss was so unexpected, but she kissed him back. She quickly placed her empty glass on the floor and wrapped her arms around Blaze, her body finally knowing the touch that she had been craving all week.

  Blaze pulled apart just for a moment to throw back the rest of his drink, and then kissed her even harder, moving onto his knees so that he was taller than her.

  Noelle fell back on the bed, letting Blaze overpower her as he lay down on top of her, his hands sure and steady as they worked at her leggings, tugging them down. Noelle kicked them off and Blaze’s hands moved across her underwear, rubbing her sex through the material.

  Noelle moaned as he touched her, the sensations she was feeling even more powerful than she remembered. She writhed beneath him, her mouth moving against his mouth, his tongue licking at hers in hungry strokes. He reached behind her head, pulling at her hair, making Noelle groan with her need and her desire for him.

  Noelle’s entire body felt warm, not just from her arousal but also from the alcohol. She knew what she was doing was reckless, but she didn’t care. It was worth it. She absolutely craved the danger that Blaze offered.

  He pushed her shirt up over her belly and breasts, and Noelle reached down to help pull it over her head. Blaze stopped briefly, to pull his own t-shirt over his head. Once more, Noelle was allowed a full view of his tattoos, and she again wondered about their significance.

  There was so much about this man that she needed to know.

  Blaze’s mouth moved steadily down her neck and over her breasts, before continuing to her belly. He covered her with kisses while his hands swiftly unhooked her bra and slipped it off.

  He groaned deep in his throat as he moved his lips back up to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, while his fingers cupped her other breast. Noelle wrapped her legs around Blaze’s waist, whispering his name and arching her back in pleasure.

  “I’m glad you came back,” Blaze murmured, moving his mouth to her other breast. “You look at me like I’m a real person.”

  “You are a real person,” Noelle gasped, feeling her nipples harden under his touch as the heat traveled straight to her sex. Her hands fumbled, searching for the zipper of Blaze’s pants, and when she found it, her fingers shakily undid the snap, and tugged the zipper down.

  Blaze let out a groan, pulling his pants down for Noelle. This time he was wearing boxer briefs, and Noelle yanked them down, feeling the weight of his erection fall into her hands.

  Noelle tried to slide beneath Blaze, eager to wrap her mouth around his cock, and to become once again the person that she turned into when she was with him. Vegas Noelle.

  She knew she was half out of her mind.

  “Yes,” Blaze hissed, when he realized what she was doing. He rolled onto his back so Noelle had easier access to him.

  “Take my cock in your mouth,” he groaned, pushing her head between his legs.

  Noelle’s lips eased over his erection and she teased him with her mouth, licking the length of him before tracing the tip of his head with her tongue. She felt him stiffen even more, and she gripped him by the base before pushing him deep into her mouth.

  “Argh!” he groaned, not expecting her to push him in so deep so quickly. Noelle felt a sense of power as she pleasured Blaze, moving her mouth in tandem with her hand.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Blaze twisted his hands in her hair, gripping her tightly and making her cry out with pain and surprise. Blaze forcefully moved her head up and down his shaft, co
ntrolling her speed and depth.

  Noelle allowed him to direct her, aroused by his dominance and confidence in all things sexual. She gave a fleeting thought to Todd and how he would never have done such a thing, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for her unexpected introduction to a man like Blaze.

  She didn’t care if she was reckless; she didn’t care if this was wrong; she didn’t care if she was completely insane.

  Having sex with Blaze was like a drug, and though she had never taken recreational drugs, she suddenly understood the power of addiction.

  Pulling her out of her thoughts, Blaze groaned loudly, and twitched within her mouth.

  “I’m going to come,” he panted.

  Noelle readied herself, and then Blaze grabbed her tightly, pulling her onto him and pushing himself deep into her throat. A shudder ran through his body and then he exploded in her mouth, pouring himself inside her.

  Noelle felt him run down her throat and she swallowed hard, loving the hot sensuality of the moment.

  Blaze released her head, and when Noelle was certain she had swallowed every drop of him, she lazily ran her tongue over his tip.

  Blaze lay on his back, his chest heaving from the exertion. Noelle lay down next to him, looking closely at his face. She no longer saw the wealthy businessman version of him that she had at first assumed he was. She now saw the dark, wild person that Blaze truly was.

  “Damn, I’m glad you called me,” Blaze said, looking over at Noelle with a devilish gleam in his eye. “Time for me to return the favor.”

  Noelle cried out gleefully as Blaze flipped her over onto her back, and pulled her panties swiftly down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder.

  “I’ve thought about you all week,” he said huskily, his hands traveling over her quivering thighs. “I never imagined that you would call.” He brought his mouth to the crease where her thigh and torso met, slipping his tongue in the crease and licking slowly.

  He slid his hand along her ass, massaging her backside before pushing his thumb along her perineum.

  “Ohhh,” Noelle moaned, tossing her head from side to side as Blaze leaned lower and blew softly against her sex. “Oh!”